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I looked between both their faces. "No, of course not! I barely know him."
"But you do know him," pushed Mason.
"Barely."
"He's got a bad reputation," warned Lissa.
"Yeah," said Christian. "He goes through a lot of girls."
I couldn't believe this. "Will you guys lay off? I talked to him for, like, five minutes! And that's
only because he was blocking my way inside. Where are you getting all this?" Immediately, I
answered my own question. "Mia."
Mason nodded and had the grace to look embarrassed.
"Since when do you talk to her?" I asked.
"I just ran into her, that's all," he told me.
"And you believed her? You know she lies half the time."
"Yeah, but there's usually some truth in the lies. And you did talk to him."
"Yes. Talk. That's it."
I really had been trying to give some serious thought about dating Mason, so I didn't appreciate
him not believing me. He had actually helped me unravel Mia's lies earlier in the school year,
so I was surprised he'd be so paranoid about them now. Maybe if his feelings really had grown
for me, he was more susceptible to jealousy.
Surprisingly, it was Christian who came to the rescue and changed the subject. "I suppose
there's no skiing today, huh?" He pointed to Mason's ankle, immediately triggering an indignant
response.
"What, you think this is going to slow me down?" asked Mason.